Someone Like You
Whatever is going on in your life,
You dislike yet initiated.
You should try...
Acknowledging that you had it your way.
To accuse others for your disappointments,
And dismay...
Only announces this loud and clear:
'YOU LIKE TO TASTE AND SAMPLE
WHAT IS SERVED ON THE TABLE.
Complain about what is on it!
AND NOT BRING ONE THING,
BUT AN APPETITE!
And then...
BLAME THE HOST FOR INVITING YOU,
TO PARTICIPATE IN THE FESTIVITIES.'
Is that reason enough,
As to why I rather not be in your company?
Or can consider you a trustworthy friend!
Someone like you I can not be around.
Nor can I depend upon or could ever defend!
And you...
Should not feel alone.
There are others I am sure you represent!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Rating To Leave
Why come to sit down at a table,
On a daily and regular basis...
With nothing brought to offer or share,
To equal or compare...
To that which has been prepared.
With a glaring at the setting to closely inspect,
As if to ensure a quality with standards...
Has been appropriately met.
Then with a nibble to finish and eat to complete,
All that has been served to digest.
Only to complain about those conversations,
Not suitable to meet your standards or taste...
You seem to regret.
And with a rating to leave,
You believe could and should be more impressive.
And yet,
When tomorrow comes...
You will be the first to arrive,
Again!
To judge, evaluate and not speak.
As if to imply the menu does not satisfy.
With a rating to leave to denote your presence.
Or a lack of it there to participate and engage.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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B.y.o.b.
When trust has been destroyed...
Who is going to ensure,
Appetizers on a menu...
Suit the taste,
Of guests
Others feel compelled to keep eyes on?
Someone served is going to get a chill first.
And a bill left to be paid,
By the one least prepared to receive unexpected stares.
And an appetite for what has been ordered,
Gone!
Some folks are not into false presentations.
Or the smell of sour cuisine.
Leaving those unaware of what is going on behind the scenes...
Realizing these types of functions,
Are better left 'boo-fayed' and dysfunctional!
With no one to feel they have to 'eat' what they do not like!
Bring what they wish to be dished.
And...
*B.Y.O.B.
'Bring-your -own-bodyguard'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Life in the bush of Ghosts (reprise)
Down the bush path
I came running down my hut
I have a pot of food
But what do I do with food
When I have no appetite
And why does life seem
To leave me so soon
.
After a few decades in life
I find my soul roaming
Aimlessly in the bush
Of ghosts, when I wasn't
Really dead.
I never believed in ghosts
Until I saw a ghost
And now, I am to be host
To a host of ghosts
In the bush of ghosts
Which I, myself have not
Come to understand
.
Things do change with time
,
I have worked very hard
To be among those who feel life
But yet, life seem to be
Very far away from me
I have said to myself
When I see life, I will grab life
With both hands
But I will not steal another
Mans life to have life
I will not bring sadness
To another to have life
I will not deceive another man
To have life
I will not seek life through the back door
For what do I gain if I
Bring sorrow to others
To gain life for my self
And what do i do with life
If life I seek to find
Will not stay with me.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Pelican Restaurant
Pelican Restaurant is run by Tara Sami who is sweet,
she makes her restaurant cute and upbeat.
A cozy decor that has a quaint beach town feel,
the Pelican Restaurant makes great delicious meals.
For breakfast is the Lamb Keema which has a flavorful taste,
it comes with home fries that taste great.
Have a spinach omelet made by Chef Brian Stone,
tastes hearty like cooked fresh in the kitchen at your home.
Pelican is open 7am to 12 noon, bring a friend or two.
Even open 6 to 10 on Friday nights with Indian plates to satisfy your appetite.
Indian dishes which is out of sight, like the Lentil fritters for price of $7.95,
served with cilantro & jalapeno sauce, making your tastes buds come alive.
Try the slowly roasted marinated cilantro and ginger on the Nihan beef shank.
cooked on the bone with spicy savory curry to make it taste great.
Vegetarian and meat dishes served with yogurt, naan, and basmati rice,
this adds to your dinner to make it extra nice.
Also your dog is welcome, sit with them at a table outside,
you can enjoy your meal with them in the sunshine.
Remember the Pelican restaurant only accepts cash,
it's a great eating experience when visiting on Lake Ave.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on October 13,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Pelican Restaurant
Pelican Restaurant is run by Tara Sami who is sweet,
she makes her restaurant cute and upbeat.
A cozy decor that has a quaint beach town feel,
the Pelican Restaurant makes great delicious meals.
For breakfast is the Lamb Keema which has a flavorful taste,
it comes with home fries that taste great.
Have a spinach omelet made by Chef Brian Stone,
tastes hearty like cooked fresh in the kitchen at your home.
Pelican is open 7am to 12 noon, bring a friend or two.
Even open 6 to 10 on Friday nights with Indian plates to satisfy your appetite.
Indian dishes which is out of sight, like the Lentil fritters for price of $7.95,
served with cilantro & jalapeno sauce, making your tastes buds come alive.
Try the slowly roasted marinated cilantro and ginger on the Nihan beef shank.
cooked on the bone with spicy savory curry to make it taste great.
Vegetarian and meat dishes served with yogurt, naan, and basmati rice,
this adds to your dinner to make it extra nice.
Also your dog is welcome, sit with them at a table outside,
you can enjoy your meal with them in the sunshine.
Remember the Pelican restaurant only accepts cash,
it's a great eating experience when visiting on Lake Ave.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on October 13,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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I Am Thy Friend.............thy Friend
When the world brutally turns you away
A friend will not say no
There is strength that we all have
It's not the strength we show
And in your darkest hour
In your darkest nights
Whatever life will do
I am here for you
Think of me wherever you are
When it seems like you're reaching the end
Call on me, know in your heart
On one you can always depend
I am thy friend
I am thy friend
I am thy friend
Though we're far away
The sky and the stars above are the same
And when you feel alone
There's one who shares your pain
A true friend has no price
There is none to pay
I remember you stood by me
I'm with you all the way
Think of me wherever you are
when it seems like you're reaching the end
Call on me, know in your heart
one who will always defend
Though we're far away
the sky and the stars above are the same
I am thy friend
I am thy friend
………… Thy friend
poem by Leonard Rebello
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Ch 02 The Morals Of Dervishes Story 37
A dervish arrived in a place, the owner of which was of a noble disposition, and had surrounded himself with a company of distinguished and eloquent men, each of whom uttered something elegant or jocular, according to the fashion of wits. The dervish who had travelled through the desert and was fatigued had eaten nothing. One of the company asked him by way of encouragement likewise to say something. The dervish replied: ‘I do not possess distinction and eloquence like you and have read nothing so you must be satisfied with one distich of mine.’ The company having agreed with pleasure he recited:
‘I am hungry and opposite to a table of food
Like a bachelor at the door of a bath of females.’
The company, having thus been apprised of his famished condition, produced a table with bread but as he began to eat greedily the host said: ‘Friend, at any rate stop a while till my servants roast some minced meat’; whereon the dervish lifted his head and recited:
‘Do not order pounded meat for my table.
To a pounded man simple bread is pounded meat.’
Cant Depend On Love
I spent most of my life outside in the drivin rain
I was only trying to get my with some of lifes amenities
Well nothins free
I got more than I bargained for
Now its plain to see
I cant depend on love to defend me
It took most of my time to do what never was done
I was on the outside of an inside kind of love that now is gone
Come right or wrong
It was laid to rest that way
I hate to be unkind
Pretending is for strangers who dont know you
I spent most of my life outside in the drivin rain
I was in some one-horse town just waitin for a plane to take me back
Now wheres that at
I paid the price, well aint that nice
Knowin Im so free
I cant depend on love to defend me
I got more than I bargained for
Now its plain to see
I cant depend on love to defend me
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Hope That I Get Old Before I Die
Sometimes I feel like being wispy
And once in a while I feel like being dry
But we're doomed and we're drowned by this feeling we surround
So I hope that I get old before I die
It's a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope
And I wonder why this hasn't happened
Why why why
And I think about the dirt that I'll be wearing for a shirt
And I hope that I get old before I die
Clear off the kitchen table darling
For on the kitchen table I must lie
I'm just tired for my wife just served the banquet of my life
And I hope that I get old before I die
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Freed and Relieved
People who have become duped,
By exaggerations told...
Are not convinced,
Until time has passed...
And they have been fenced in,
To defend that which they have endorsed.
And of course,
A remorse to feel is kept...
With a keeping of their anger.
Acknowledging,
They only have themselves to blame.
And those they've shamed by defaming...
Haven't changed.
They are the ones feeling freed and relieved,
To have kept their peace of mind at a distance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is Brought to This Table
What is brought to this table
Is experience.
Don't ask me what I bring!
It is certainly more than 'things'.
What you have...
May have had impressed others,
But here?
No experience equals no depth!
Those 'things' you offer?
In my heart do not endear!
And you may give me shade...
As you pass me in public view.
Thinking that may rain on my parade!
Since that's the only thing for me you can do!
However...
I'm quick to offer folks like you nonexistence,
In my mind and in my life!
You have no idea my 'aloneness' is something
I do not fear.
It has helped me clear wasteless utensils...
By the ups and downs I have witnessed!
And you 'and' your 'things' can disappear.
Am I making your vision any clearer?
They do not provide anything I will ever cherish.
I am not seeking to feed or nourish on that!
Trust me!
I have been served too much garbage.
It has taken years to discover my own taste!
And what I crave most,
Is being away from folks like you.
You are no appetizer to even consider.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Youre A Friend Of Mine
Youre a friend of mine
(performed by clarence clemons & jackson browne on the clarence clemons album
Hero)
Striking out?
Well count me in
Im gonna stand right by your side through thick or thin
Aint no doubt
Gonna win
A walk through hell aint bad compared to where weve been
Oh you can depend on me
Over and over... over and over
Know that I intend to be
The one who who always makes you laugh until you cry
And you can call on me until the day you die
Years may come and go
Heres one thing I know
All my life
Youre a friend of mine
That argument
I cant forget
We fought so hard I dont think Ive recovered yet
The girls we knew
Who thought you were cool
I never introduced my favorite ones to you
Oh you can depend on me
Over and over... over and over
Know that I intend to be
The one who who always makes you laugh until you cry
And you can call on me until the day you die
Years may come and go
Heres one thing I know
All my life
Youre a friend of mine
Oh you can depend on me
Over and over... over and over
Know that I intend to be
The one who who always makes you laugh until you cry
And you can call on me until the day you die
Years may come and go
Heres one thing I know
All my life
Youre a friend of mine
Oh you can depend on me
Ill be fine
Cause youre a friend of mine
Yeeaah
Ill be fine
Cause youre a friend of mine
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Expectations Of A Hospitality
Let's make this clear,
Between us.
What you wish to do,
At the expense of my time...
Is not permissible.
I see that as blatant disrespect.
And you might not ever understand this.
But,
You inviting 'your' friends over to my home...
With expectations of a hospitality,
None of you get...
Should not make you upset at all.
Regardless if you did call,
To ask if I minded some company.
'I thought you and I were friends? '
Yeah.
But I'm not prepared to host,
An unexpected party.
Whether it is a 'surprise' one or not.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Top 500 Recipes
Out of all of the recipes listed,
I may have heard of a couple of them.
The rest?
I've never heard any of them mentioned before,
In my entire life.
Why is that? And none represent what I like.
'This is 'my' top 500 recipes.
If you want your own on a list,
Create it to do as you wish to interpret.
Otherwise,
Sample a taste of my offerings...
Or ignore them.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let Them Suckers Drown
You may have no dialogue...
And one conversation.
Am I going to pay attention to it?
The first time I might.
The second time,
Perhaps.
The third time around?
I may nod in your presence.
If within the 20 yrs of my nodding,
You may say something I have missed...
I hope you forgive me!
But I will never turn my back on you!
Too many of the people over there have done that,
To each other.
And look where that has gotten them?
And still they try to take the last dollar,
Out of their mama's own hand!
But they want to accuse me of my loyalty.
And they don't have a definition of what that means!
Look at them...
Pointing their fingers at me.
And everyday I go over there to break my back...
Pouring water out of their sinking ship!
With no assistance.
And all they do,
Is complain about my relationship with you.
'They've been poisoned! '
What did you say?
'They've been poisoned! '
Is that the reason they dislike you?
You should not have said that from the pulpit,
While I was away!
What should I do?
'Let them suckers drown!
They'll get the point then! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Genuine
When one accepts,
Who one is...
All that isn't,
Is made clear.
And that which has an identity,
As distinct as a tree.
Also appears to be genuine.
And recognized for what it is,
Naturally.
No pretentions are given to get from it.
Nor would that be acceptable,
Since a falseness is understood.
And not to be permitted.
And...
It becomes more difficult to respond,
To that which has no reality or vision.
It is as if a game of charades exist.
And one acknowledging this,
Rather not participate.
Or observe the nonsense of it!
'You can not force upon me,
What in my heart does not feel is real.
Or perceive to be.
So...
You are correct.
I do not believe you offer to give me,
One hundred dollars.
To do absolutely nothing! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I really feel work is gorgeous. It's the only thing you can depend upon in life. You can't depend on love.
quote by Barbara Terwilliger
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Ask Me Who Is The Most Loving
Ask Me Who Is The Most Loving
Its My Best Friend
Ask Me Who Is The Most Caring
Its My Best Friend
Ask Me Who Is The Sweetest
Its My Best Friend
Ask Me Who Is The Most Sober
Its My Best Friend
Ask Me Who Is The Most Simple
Its My Best Friend
Ask Me Who Is The Biggest Hearted
Its My Best Friend
Ask Me Who Is The Most Lovable
Its My Best Friend
Ask Me Who Is The Most Trustworthy
Its My Best Friend
Ask Me Who Is The Most Sensible
Its My Best Friend
Ask Me Who Is The Cutest
Its My Best Friend
Ask Me Who Is The Coolest
Its My Best Friend
Ask Me Who Is Better Than All Friends
Its My Best Friend
Ask Me Who Is My Best Friend
poem by Muhammad Raza Master
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We Want It Loud
Tonight - is a show
And I gotta be there
Banging my head to a metal attack
We got nothing to fear
Dancing and screaming begging our heroes for more
Burning the streets cause we gotta be first thru the door
We want it loud
Theres no other reason we came for
We want it loud
The louder the better we need more
They keep us locked, locked in
For hours and hours we wait in line
You get pushed to the limit
We cant even breath no more
Like a volcano were boiling and ready to blow
Fight all the way got to see this damn rock and roll show
We want it loud
Theres no other reason we came for
We want it loud
The louder the better we need more
We want it loud - we want it loud - we want it loud
Yeah, its gotta be loud
Yeah - we want it loud
Theres no other reason we came for
We want it loud
The louder the better we need more
We want it loud
Theres no other reason we came for
We want it loud
The louder the better we need more
We want it loud - we want it loud - we want it loud
We want it loud - we want it loud - we want it loud
Yeah, its gotta be loud
song performed by by U. D. O.
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With A Minimal Of Effort To Convince
Isn't it easier to accuse another,
With the finding of excuses done...
For that which we do to initiate,
Than it is to step forward...
Without the presence of a safety net.
Or running behind those we 'contaminate'...
Who are willing to defend us and protect.
Isn't it easier to accuse anyone for that matter,
With a making up of excuses done on a daily basis...
For what it is we do that we implement consciously,
As long as we know...
We can fool anyone to buy anything,
From us we bring to them to sell...
With a minimal of effort to convince we are innocent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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